My wife left me and our seven children for a luxurious life with my wealthy best friend. I never tried to get even, not even when she reappeared ten years later. But when she screamed at our youngest daughter for confronting her, I realized I could no longer remain silent.

Rob was my closest friend, someone I trusted enough to give a spare key to our home.

I spent my days repairing damaged furniture, convinced that nearly everything could be restored.

Eventually, I discovered otherwise.

Ten years earlier, a canceled appointment sent me home unexpectedly.

Hearing voices upstairs, I went to our bedroom and discovered Vanessa with Rob.

“Daniel!” Rob jumped backward.

Vanessa hardly reacted.

“How long?” I demanded.

“Don’t make a scene.”

“With my best friend? In our bedroom?”